Chapter 414

The Rakshas, a tide of muscular flesh and covered in iron, surged forward, their battle cry a guttural roar that echoed through the battlefield. King Gyassi stood amidst the chaos, a figure of unyielding mountain bathed in the blood of those who he had defeated. The Sword of Ereia, a shimmering blade of unknown origin, hummed in his grip.

"Charge!" Gyassi bellowed, his voice a booming thunder reverberated, his gaze focus on the Ereian soldiers behindhim, fighting half-heartedly.

The orcs, their eyes narrowed with hatred, continued their assault. Their swords and spears pierced through and slashed at grains of sand instead of flesh and blood that Gyassi's body turns into whenever attack.

"You cannot harm him by normal means!" Gur'kan shouted, his voice filled with certainty. "He is protected by a certain power!"